I opened up Garrison Keillor's collection of poetry titled Good Poems for Hard Times.
I randomly opened to this poem, on page 88 by Anonymous:
Carnation Milk is the best in the land.
Here I sit with a can in my hand --
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.
I have to say that random poetry is perfect. Try it and let me know what you come up with.